Chapter 82: Want to Kowtow? Then Go Ahead

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Bai Chuwei was beautiful and intelligent, often exuding an elusive air of mystery, and yet at times she had a touch of endearing innocence.

Duan Feihan lowered his gaze, studying her earnest expression; the fire in him dissipated without a trace.

He exhaled sharply and spoke in a deep voice, “Please.”

Satisfied with his answer, Bai Chuwei shifted her attention, only to pause abruptly—

Duan Xingye, as if possessed, crouched on the concrete, first feeling it with his palm, then pounding it with his fist. “Ow, ow, that hurts!”

Bai Chuwei regarded Duan Xingye with the look one reserves for someone lacking common sense.

Had all the good genes in the Duan family gone to Duan Feihan alone? Was Duan Xingye truly just a foolish child?

Catching sight of Duan Xingye’s antics, Duan Feihan felt his temper flare anew and rebuked him coldly, “What are you doing now?”

Duan Xingye scrambled to his feet, excitement in his voice: “Fourth Uncle, when I fell with Chuwei just now, it felt like I landed on a cotton cloud—not painful at all!”

Incredible, truly incredible!

People around them cast looks typically reserved for lunatics.

Bai Chuwei pressed her forehead and quietly distanced herself from the exuberant Duan Xingye, edging closer to Duan Feihan.

They were not cut from the same cloth—she was perfectly sane.

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The crowd gradually dispersed, but the security guards wouldn’t let them leave, claiming the police had been called and would arrive soon.

Duan Xingye was still caught up in the thrill of his “bungee jump,” when Bai Chuwei suddenly asked with a smile, “Duan Xingye, do you believe in metaphysics now?”

Duan Xingye snapped out of his reverie and shook his head. “I don’t.”

Tsk—

Then his smile bloomed, brimming with enthusiasm: “But from now on, I believe in you.”

Duan Feihan’s face darkened beside him: “……”

He was a force to be reckoned with in the business world, but when it came to conversational finesse, he might need to take lessons from his nephew.

Duan Feihan glanced at the office building entrance, where a cleaning lady pushed a trash cart by. A sudden urge struck him: he wanted to toss his nephew in there.

If these words were spoken to young women, they’d surely be moved—unfortunately, Bai Chuwei had lived far too long. Of those who’d pursued her, if not ten thousand, then at least nine thousand; she was immune to flirtation.

Duan Xingye meant nothing more than to express his gratitude.

“But why did this happen to me? I just wanted to go up to the rooftop for some fresh air, and somehow I couldn’t control my steps!” As he spoke, Duan Xingye’s face grew pale.

Bai Chuwei looked at him with disdain. “Still don’t get it? Your birth details have been leaked.”

Duan Xingye was stunned, his mind blank, and he looked toward Duan Feihan.

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A birthday is easy to know, but the precise birth time—the eight characters—was only known to his family. Which meant it could only have been leaked by someone close to home…

People like Third Uncle or Fourth Uncle would never divulge such information—unless—

Suddenly, Duan Xingye recalled the watch at Xu Xingchen’s house, and a realization dawned on him.

Duan Feihan noticed Duan Xingye’s change in complexion and said gravely, “I’ll get to the bottom of this.”

This matter likely had much to do with their own family.

Duan Xingye forced a smile, remembering Bai Chuwei’s sudden appearance—it must have something to do with that mark she’d made on his forehead before he got out of the car.

He smiled gratefully at Bai Chuwei. “Chuwei, thank you for saving me. I almost wish I could bow my head to the ground for you.”

Bai Chuwei lifted her eyelids, raised her chin lazily. “Oh? You want to kowtow? Then go ahead.”

Duan Xingye: “……”

Duan Feihan: “……”